It was morning. By the sun and shadow angles painted across my bedroom wall, it seemed like it must be late. Did my Mother actually let me sleep in? She never let me sleep in, not even on weekends. “Time to get up,” she would softly say as she opened my bedroom door at 7 a.m. “How come, why, for what?” I would counter. “It’s time to start the day!” would be the only response....
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